Runaway

by misslesmis13

I'm the daughter of Hades, so naturally most Olympians steer clear of me- even my grandmother Demeter. But I still love my life in the Underworld and my family. Life in general is pretty much great! Scratch that. Was great until the Titans escaped from Taurtarus and my family was taken captive. I somehow found that idiot, Dionysus, and we ended up in this place called Asgard...

1. chapter 1

Okay, I'll admit it. I completely suck at introducing myself. Um, so... Hi? I'm the daughter of death and Spring! No no no no NO.

Okay, deep breath Andrina. There. Got it. Sorry 'bout that.

Hey there! The names Andrina, daughter of Hades and Persephone. The reason you don't know about me is beacause my mom gave birth to me after the downfall of the ancient Greeks, so that meant no nosy oracles, the ancient equivalent of Daily Mail telling the world.

Oh, and before I forget, we are NOT so called "gods". See, the way you adorable little mortals work is that if you see someone with power, you immediately worship them blindly.

So when the Greeks first saw us Olympians they said "Oo, look! Magical people! Let's make them gods! Yay! Now we have who to blame our problems on!!"

My parents, my brother Odalis and I are the only ones who don't enjoy that. Just one more reason for the others to steer clear of us, the Olympian of death, who is automatically evil (He's not), and his children. Since Dad is oh so very evil, everyone decided that he had kidnapped her and she had Stockholm Syndrome. Fine, to be fair they had been courting in secret because of my overprotective grandmother, Demeter, who hates Dad me and Odalis. Mom waited until we where five hundred to introduce her to us when she went up in the spring. Granny wasn't too pleased. But more on that later.

Not all Olympians are that bad though. Most just judge us on our realm, the Underworld. It's not dark and gloomy at all. Exept Taurtarus, which I am the main authority there. It's the female and born in the realm of death parts of me that make me pretty intimidating. Hectare, the Olympian of magic is basically a second mother to me and Odalis, since Mom has to go to Olympus for half the year, since she ate the food of the Underworld. My brother and I don't apply to this since we were born here. Hectare taught me magic, which I'm pretty good at. Dad also says that I'm witty enough to give Heremes a run for his money. So I guess it's the witty, magical, female, born in the realam of the dead part of me that has me go to Taurtarus to kick order into the naughty souls there.

Life was great! Okay at least until the Titans broke free, and all hell (haha, hell, get it?!)broke loose.